Grandma's new roommate at the home is the doll lady. A while back, I mentioned how I was creeped out by this woman that talks to a baby doll at the home. She is now rooming with Grandma, and I am more creeped. I feel so insensitive. She is a sweet, older woman that is losing her mind and talks to a doll. But man, does she scare me. I believe I have mentioned my deep fear of losing my own mind, and seeing her is more of a reminder of that than looking at my own grandmother. Yikes.